Shoes

Shoes
by me(whatever)
11-27-12

Shoes show where you're going,
with their straps and colors.
Some people walk with their head to the ground,
watching for stumbles
And some people look about them,
determining their steps by others.
Some stare straight at their destination,
Though lose the scenery around them,
And some few stare at the sky,
stumbling as they walk.

Some pairs have stopped,
and having been removed by fingers of flesh,
lay in wait for another.
And some shoes have been cast away,
used and abandoned.
Some walk on, even with holes in their soles.

Yet, the pair that is waiting
underneath the umbrella tree,
is of the observer
whom I feel familiar.